All Chapters of Betrayed By Her Ex; Wanted My His Brother : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Evelyn’s POVI couldn’t sleep and I didn’t want to abuse the sleeping pills anymore. Becoming an addict was the last thing I wanted soI spent the next couple of hours until dawn dissecting Zeke's suggestion. Every cynical cell in my body screamed bad idea! Run for the hills and don’t look back!. But every desperate, broken part of me whispered, Opportunity. As much as I hated to admit it and I wouldn’t even say this to his face, he was right. I was stagnating, drowning in self-pity and the betrayal that I had experienced while Damien and Genevieve didn’t care about what they did but I was letting the weight of what happened crush me and I would only be hurting myself if I didn't let it go at some point. I needed a distraction, and more than that, I needed a sphere of influence that would completely take my mind off my past marriage. The divorce letters were still lying on the table in my room and I hadn’t mustered the strength to open them up. The Nexus Lunch. I hadn't thought abo

Evelyn’s POVI stood there, the full force of the intentional insult hitting me. They didn't just want me out of the company; they wanted me erased from the history of the Blackwoods. They wanted to wipe off everything that I had built brick by brick. I should’ve seen this coming—I knew it was coming but nothing compared to the physical pain I felt regardless.The air in the ballroom felt thick and suffocating. Maybe I was exaggerating, but I could feel every eye in the room on me, watching the ex-wife being publicly rejected by the replacement.My hands, hidden at my sides, curled into shaking fists but hitting her in public was far from it. But I forced my face into a mask of nonchalance. I wouldn't give Genevieve the satisfaction of seeing my pain. Not here. Not now.I gave her a slow, dismissive look that traveled from the top of her perfectly styled hair to the Louis Vuitton shoes she had on. "Genevieve, I have to admit that you've done a phenomenal job rebranding my grassroots

Evelyn’s POV“Are you just trying to get me off the floor?” I asked. “Come on, Evelyn. Didn’t we talk about this? There’s no room for feeling bad about yourself and I know I’m sounding like a heartless jerk right now but that’s the truth. So, get up.” I felt the adrenaline surge back, replacing the heavy cloak of despair. Zeke didn't offer pity; he was someone who had time for emotional discourse as I had come to learn. All he was bothered about and would offer me was a strategy session. That was the only language he spoke and it was the only language I had to understand now. “Okay, fine. You’ll have to give me about half an hour to get ready.” I said. “I was going to suggest that anyway, Evelyn. You stink so bad.” Zeke said, an amused expression on his face as he struggled to contain his laughter. “Fuck you!” I hurled a pillow at him but he smartly ducked and slipped out of the room. I changed into a cashmere sweater and grey pants and met him on the balcony. The city lights be

Evelyn’s POVThe Zenith was the most classy restaurant in the city and I could see why, every story that I heard was indeed true and the establishment certainly lived up to its reputation. Table seven was indeed spectacular, suspended seemingly in mid-air on the glass-enclosed terrace. The dining room was buzzing with the city’s elite, I could recognize a couple of the faces sitting on the tables, and I could practically feel the heat of the flash photography hitting the glass exterior.I wore a black dress that Zeke’s stylist had personally selected—sleek, open-backed, and entirely distracting. I had no objections as soon as my eyes settled on the dress, it was breathtakingly beautiful and it made me feel gorgeous. Zeke sat opposite me, the aura he gave off was magnetic. He leaned across the table, his elbow resting near my plate, his gaze locked on mine with a disturbingly convincing intensity.“You look stunning tonight, Evelyn,” he murmured, raising a glass of wine to me.“I had

Evelyn’s POVThe euphoric feeling that washed over me as soon as I received the formal reinstatement documents from the luncheon board couldn’t be classified as just relief; it was beyond that. It was pure, intoxicating vindication. Never in a million years did I ever think that there would be a reversal of a public execution but it happened, taking me by surprise. The sheer scale of Zeke’s strategic move—a guaranteed couple of million dollars over five years just to restore my chair position—would definitely make the Blackwoods’ meager, manipulative sponsorship look childish and stupid when the news broke out that I had been returned to my rightful position.In one clean sweep, Zeke had managed to relegate Genevieve back to her only credible role as Damien’s accessory with little to no power to influence anything anymore. On the other hand, I was no longer a laughing stock but I was now the woman who controlled two of the biggest foundations in the city and possibly in the country as